October 2010
September 2010
I got sticky sticky icky icky weed in me, I got a shot of tequila in me.
today is my eighteenth birthday.
and the third anniversary of your death on my fifteenth birthday.
and the third anniversary of me starting my birthday crying.
i-farted:
Find me smoking weed where the wild things are.
when i was younger, i thought having a boyfriend...
what the fuck was i thinking?
Dear 3 am, we've got to stop meeting like this. I...
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